I wasnt always in love with Colton Calloway; I was in love with his younger brother, Kyle, first. Kyle was my first one true love, my first in every way. Then, one stormy August night, he died, and the person I was died with him.
Colton didnt teach me how to live. He didnt heal the pain. He didnt make it okay.
He taught me how to hurt, how to not be okay, and, eventually, how to let go. Nell Hawthorne is in love with her life-long best friend, Kyle Calloway. Things are great, and theyre in love, young, full of promise.
Then Kyle dies in a tragic accident and Nell is forever changed. She meets Kyles older brother Colton at the funeral, and theres a spark, but its wrong and they both know it. The moment passes, and they both move on with life.
A couple years later, they meet again in New York City, and Colton realizes that Nell has never really gotten over Kyles death, and seems to be harboring a deeply rooted pain, something like guilt, perhaps. He knows he shouldnt get involved, but he cant help himself. Trust doesnt come easily for either of them, and they both have demons, Colton especially.
Together, they learn the purpose of pain and the meaning of healing, and the importance of forgiveness.